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- Later, Philip.

Not later. Now.

Daddy! Well! Fancy meeting you here.

Yeah.

I couldn't sleep, so here I am.

Cynthia, have fun.

But do me a favor. Forget about Mike.

She's not with Mike. She's with me.

- Mr. Foxhugh?

- Yes?

I think we have something in common.

Can we talk?

We certainly can.

Sit down.

Cynthia, I have to say this to you now.

Well, say it. Go ahead.

And don't interrupt me!

Ever since we were children, you know

our family has talked about it, and...

- Do you mean us?

- Us.

We!

Philip, we are not meant for each other.

Why not?

For one thing, how can I marry you

when I'm gonna marry Mike?

Mike! That's all I hear.

What do you see in him?

He is everything a woman wants.

He's strong, brave, kind, and...

Well, he does things!

- Cynthia!

- Philip!

I can do things, too.

Of course, I've never been a father...

but it seems to me

that Cynthia and Mike...

- just don't belong together.

- You haven't told me your name.

- Diana St. Clair. Now, really...

- Diana St...

You wrote

Mating Habits of the Single Male.

Yes. Perhaps if you sent her off to Europe...

Did you actually dress up like a man

and live with a platoon of marines?

You may think this is just a silly crush...

Your analysis of the mating motivation

was right on the button.

I admire an intelligent woman.

I know men, and he's ripe! Now, if...

What did you say?

I said, "I admire an intelligent woman."

Why, thank you.

What did you want with Mike?

That's why you're so concerned

about Cynthia, isn't it?

- I'm going to marry him.

- I don't get it!

Sure, he's an intelligent, good-looking guy.

He has talent. But why would a woman...

Hasn't Cynthia told you?

We're not talking about Cynthia.

We're talking about you.

Me? Mr. Foxhugh, we've just met.

- You don't even know me.

- No?

I've read everything you've written...

and believe me, I know you.

You told a lot of intimate things

about yourself.

In bed, you don't wear any...

- Okay, you know me.

- Right.

I know the kind of man you should marry.

- Not Mike?

- No. He's not the man for you.

Sure, you need a man like Mike.

Somebody who's strong, vigorous,

with a mind of his own...

but older, more mature.

Somebody who...

can appreciate an intelligent woman.

Why, Mr. Foxhugh.

- You know, she was right.

- She's not a fellow.

Boy, is she a girl!

It won't be so bad if Mike marries Les.

At least she can still play drums.

It's me. It had to be me.

I knew it from the first time

I played drums for you.

I want to talk to you.

- Come on, Tracy, what's the matter?

- I want the facts!

- I was turning the corner and this car...

- Forget the car. Are you marrying Les?

- You're not gonna marry her.

- I told you Cynthia and l...

Not Cynthia. Diana.

I'd like to know your intentions

pertaining to Cynthia!

- I gotta think about it.

- Think about it?

I'll let you know after the race.

I think better when I'm driving.

- Mike, would you do us a favor?

- Yeah.

Win, and just keep on moving!

We'll pick up the prize money

and meet you later.

Are you kidding?

Thank you!

- How was it?

- We had a marvelous time!

- You look 20 years younger.

- Feel 20 years younger!

She drove the Duesenberg like the dickens

in time to get here for the race.

All drivers to their starting positions!

You got here just in time.

- Mr. Ranley.

- Good luck.

- Good luck!

- Good luck to you. You're gonna need it.

I'm gonna beat you, Mr. Foxhugh.

I'll beat the pants off you.

I'll be waiting for you at the finish line.

We'll see who's got pants on.

- Philip?

- That's right.

- What are you doing here?

- I'm gonna win this race.

In what car?

And they're off!

Philip!

The Duesenberg!

He's going to race the Duesenberg.

I knew we should have stopped

at the last gas station.

Hey, Shorty!

What's the trouble?

The battery's dead.

They've disqualified me.

Yeah?

She's still breathing!

I'll tell you what. I'll drive the car for you.

If I win the race, you keep all the money.

That's Mike McCoy...

taking over Shorty Blumquist's

S.B. Special!

I'm ahead! I'm ahead!

I mustn't faint!

I'm ahead!

Look out!

Philip? You're fired!

Come on, Mike! Let's go!

And the winner is Mike McCoy

in Shorty Blumquist's S.B. Special!

We did it! We won!

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Well?

- Have you made up your mind?

- Which one are you gonna marry?

I'm gonna marry all of them.

And that's just what I did.

I married Cynthia...

to Philip.

I married Diana...

to Howard.

And I married Les...

to Tracy.

As for me, I'm still single. But...

All right!

All right!

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